Meltdown [4/4]
anonymous
August 16 2009, 08:22:57 UTC
“I am sorry,” Russia said, suddenly looking embarrassed. He turned away from America and started wiping his tears away with the end of his scarf, before blowing his nose loudly into it.
“Russia, that's the grossest fucking thing I've seen all day. I mean damn, just ask if you need a hanky, I've probably got some tissues somewhere...”
On that note, America started pawing through his pockets before turning up a packet of Kleenexes. He pulled one out of the package, then thought better of it and tugged all of the tissues out of their plastic wrapping. Satisfied with the big wad of crumpled tissues, America shoved the bunch into Russia's hands.
“There, much better,” he said as Russia finished cleaning up his face with the tissues. “Are you...um....are you okay now?”
Russia nodded and tried to speak, but was interrupted by a hiccup. America had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. Russia had turned a bit red and glared at him, but it was hard to be intimidated by anyone with the hiccups.
“There was a drinking fountain outside, drinking water usually helps,” he said, failing to keep the grin off his face.
“There's noth- *hic* nothing funny about th- *hic* this,” Russia said darkly.
“I wasn't joking! I'm trying to think of legitimate hiccup cures. I'm not surprised you got 'em, though, crying as hard as you were.” This was not, apparently, the right thing to say, because Russia just turned a darker shade of red.
“No, don't be embarrassed, it's okay!” America said, but it didn't seem to do any good at all. “Well, do you know what else works for getting rid of hiccups?”
“My sisters used *hic* to try to startle me,” Russia said awkwardly, looking down at his hands.
“Well, let's try that one,” America said, suddenly struck with inspiration. Russia didn't have time to react; in an instant America had closed the gap between them, cupped Russia's face in his hands and kissed him firmly on the mouth. America was a bit surprised to find that Russia didn't really taste like vodka at all, and even more surprised to feel Russia returning the kiss. After a moment, they pulled apart again, panting slightly.
“Are your hiccups gone?” he asked softly.
“Da, it seems so.”
“Oh, well...good.”
“Da.”
The awkwardness of the whole encounter was starting to catch up with them, and they both suddenly found their shoes to be very interesting.
“So...better now?” America asked hesitantly, still keeping his eyes on the floor. He had a nasty feeling he was going to start blushing like a teenage girl if he looked up now.
“Better now,” Russia agreed quietly. “I-I think I just....needed someone to listen for a bit. I feel...relieved. Like some great weight is lifted.”
“I'm glad,” America said honestly, smiling a bit. “Look, if you start getting real down again, you...um...you can call me or something. And we can...I dunno, talk. Or whatever you need, okay?”
“Your boss didn't put you up to this, did he?”
“What? No way, he just said that I shouldn't piss you off or call you 'fatty' anymore- ow! What'd you punch me for!?”
“My fist slipped,” Russia said, all innocence.
“Fuck you, Ruskie.”
“What happened to wanting to comfort me?”
“The offer still stands. My shoulder's available if you need to cry, but you're still an asshole. But y'know, I think I like you anyway.”
Re: Meltdown [4/4]
anonymous
August 16 2009, 13:11:32 UTC
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AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
You...this is the 2nd fic now that's convinced me maybe I should give Russia/America a try. I LOVE this. Now I really want to give Russia a hug...I mean, I wanted to before, but now I seriously might buy a plane ticket. XD
“Russia, that's the grossest fucking thing I've seen all day. I mean damn, just ask if you need a hanky, I've probably got some tissues somewhere...”
On that note, America started pawing through his pockets before turning up a packet of Kleenexes. He pulled one out of the package, then thought better of it and tugged all of the tissues out of their plastic wrapping. Satisfied with the big wad of crumpled tissues, America shoved the bunch into Russia's hands.
“There, much better,” he said as Russia finished cleaning up his face with the tissues. “Are you...um....are you okay now?”
Russia nodded and tried to speak, but was interrupted by a hiccup. America had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. Russia had turned a bit red and glared at him, but it was hard to be intimidated by anyone with the hiccups.
“There was a drinking fountain outside, drinking water usually helps,” he said, failing to keep the grin off his face.
“There's noth- *hic* nothing funny about th- *hic* this,” Russia said darkly.
“I wasn't joking! I'm trying to think of legitimate hiccup cures. I'm not surprised you got 'em, though, crying as hard as you were.” This was not, apparently, the right thing to say, because Russia just turned a darker shade of red.
“No, don't be embarrassed, it's okay!” America said, but it didn't seem to do any good at all. “Well, do you know what else works for getting rid of hiccups?”
“My sisters used *hic* to try to startle me,” Russia said awkwardly, looking down at his hands.
“Well, let's try that one,” America said, suddenly struck with inspiration. Russia didn't have time to react; in an instant America had closed the gap between them, cupped Russia's face in his hands and kissed him firmly on the mouth. America was a bit surprised to find that Russia didn't really taste like vodka at all, and even more surprised to feel Russia returning the kiss. After a moment, they pulled apart again, panting slightly.
“Are your hiccups gone?” he asked softly.
“Da, it seems so.”
“Oh, well...good.”
“Da.”
The awkwardness of the whole encounter was starting to catch up with them, and they both suddenly found their shoes to be very interesting.
“So...better now?” America asked hesitantly, still keeping his eyes on the floor. He had a nasty feeling he was going to start blushing like a teenage girl if he looked up now.
“Better now,” Russia agreed quietly. “I-I think I just....needed someone to listen for a bit. I feel...relieved. Like some great weight is lifted.”
“I'm glad,” America said honestly, smiling a bit. “Look, if you start getting real down again, you...um...you can call me or something. And we can...I dunno, talk. Or whatever you need, okay?”
“Your boss didn't put you up to this, did he?”
“What? No way, he just said that I shouldn't piss you off or call you 'fatty' anymore- ow! What'd you punch me for!?”
“My fist slipped,” Russia said, all innocence.
“Fuck you, Ruskie.”
“What happened to wanting to comfort me?”
“The offer still stands. My shoulder's available if you need to cry, but you're still an asshole. But y'know, I think I like you anyway.”
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Thank you anon, this was soooooooooooooo cute!
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You actually got me to tear up a bit while reading this. So cute~ Now I feel all warm and fuzzy. :3
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AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
You...this is the 2nd fic now that's convinced me maybe I should give Russia/America a try. I LOVE this. Now I really want to give Russia a hug...I mean, I wanted to before, but now I seriously might buy a plane ticket. XD
Thank you for writing!
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YOU ARE ONE AMAZING!ANON, SERIOUSLY! You have made my day!
You really made me want to go comfort Ivan, nastified scarf and all(I was laughing my ass off at Alfred's candid reaction).
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GJ writerAnon www
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AWWWW.
That was soooo cuuttee~ <3! Good job, anon!
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But the ending of the fic was oh so adorable. *3*
And nicely written too!
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this is why I love you anon. And Russia.
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